Thursday, August 30, 2012

“The Devil Went
Down” is now available in Hot Ink’s erotic anthology, “Bella Morte”, and, with
it, the beginning of what’s going to be a series of kinky exploits by a pair of
demon siblings with one simplified mission:

To fuck.

I’ve long-since
been fascinated with legends of incubi and succubi (vampire-like demons who
seduce and fuck humans to steal their sexual vitality) because, as a horny and
twisted teen, a being who’s life—not just their job or their hobby, but their
LIFE—depended on fucking. As you can imagine, the concept was nothing short of
a wet dream-come-true.

So when my pals
at Hot Ink asked if I’d be interested in being a part of Bella Morte, I saw it
as a perfect chance to get in touch with my pubescent perversions to life.
Though their exploits are, on the surface (and on the sheets), purely for
titillation, the need to acquire more and more energy from human partners takes
their motives to a new level. Furthermore, because they’re demons, the
possibilities for otherwise physically-impossible exploits are limitless.

In the early
stages, the idea of a sexually-liberated succubus on Earth was an intriguing
approach to a mindset I, personally, hadn’t encountered in both reading and my
personal writing. For this reason, I wanted to see how the character of the
sister would interact in an inherently non-sexual situation (in this case, a
coffee shop). While this was only an “experiment” to play with the character
and her “methods”, it IS a story that has, as of now, been unseen by the public
and, given the circumstances, one that I feel deserves to be (pardon the pun)
exposed:

The Devil
Wears Red

Johnathan
(Johnny) Dahmer

The old brass bell hanging
over the faded oak door to the café sang as She entered. Almost instantly the
men, moments earlier caught in the throes of conversation and early-morning
business preparations, abandoned their mundane activities to follow an unknown
urge to set eyes on Her. Behind the counter, the cashier dropped a handful of
change that he'd been passing to a customer and the barista, momentarily
distracted from the cappuccino machine, jumped as a hot jet of steam erupted
from the milk-foamer.

She smiled at the reaction;
soaking in the sweet attention like a sultry sunbather. This is what She'd come
for--traveled so far for--and those first moments, holding the attention of the
patrons without even crossing the threshold, made it all worthwhile.

She'd chosen red hair for
the occasion; a fierce and coppery mane that fell over Her shoulders and curled
only slightly. Just enough to get the desired bounce as She moved. And bounce
it did. Just like the massive, twin mounds--a pair of tits that She'd custom
tailored to elicit the perfect response--that seemed to fight for a chance to
spill over the top of Her strapless red skirt as She took her first step
inside.

The lust surrounding tans
seemed to be getting old, and She had taken advantage of this foresight by
choosing a creamier skin-tone with just enough shade to highlight her ample
curves. This, it appeared, was a good decision on Her part. As She continued
through the café, the men shifted uncomfortably in their seats--bringing a leg
up over their knee or subtly adjusting their pants--as She strolled by them.
One man, an older gentleman in an expensive suit, slipped off his coat and
tried not to make a show of draping it over his lap.

She chuckled and pursed Her
lips at him, letting out a gentle purr as She strolled by.

Her movements were cold and
calculated, but their response was hot and chaotic. Making Her way to the
counter, She couldn't help but smirk at the collective groans as Her admirers
caught sight of Her from behind. She had planned it all out so beautifully, and
as their gazes fell on her ass, where the tight curvature of the two peach-like
orbs created a lewd display against the taut fabric of Her skirt. She wore no
pantie and had been sure to hike up the hemline to expose the pair of arches
that peeked out from underneath. As She came to stop at the end of the small
line of waiting customers, She parted her knees just enough to allow the lips
of her cunt to come into view to the lucky few who were at the right angle.

She stifled a cackle as a
teenage boy groaned and shivered in his seat; Her sensitive nostrils instantly
picking up on the scent of freshly spilled jizz.

"Waste not, want
not." She chided, not bothering to turn her head to face him as he
rocketed from his seat and hurried out the door, his shame fueling his retreat.

The scorn of the most of the
women was just as delicious. Her wanton display was clearly an assault on their
attempt to appear pure and virginal, but She could see clearly that not a
single pussy in that room had not been ravaged. Their secrets--their
shame--were Hers to flip through like the crusted pages of a well-used porno
mag.

Fingers. Fists. Dildos of
all shapes and colors. Vegetables. Liquor bottles. And even a...

She arched an eyebrow at
this and shifted Her green-eyed gaze to a shy-looking girl, no older than 20,
who hid beneath a brown wool sweater and baggy pants.

"A Lava Lamp?" She
smirked, exposing Her perfectly-built teeth.

The girl turned as red as
Her skirt and began scooping her belongings into her bag to leave.

"Er... ma'am?"

She turned back towards the
counter to discover that the line had dispersed. Smirking, She stepped up and
leaned forward over the counter, giving the patrons behind Her the perfect view
of both Her holes; the gem from her clit piercing catching the light and
shimmering. Unable to see the splendor on the other side, She showed mercy on
the cashier, whose eyes went wide as Her left nipple finally earned its freedom
and the puckered pink flesh adorned with a glimmering ring leapt into view. As
his face reddened, a sharp inhale caught in his throat and he began a coughing
fit; She made no move to conceal herself on either end.

Behind her, the men
continued to grow restless. She could sense their arousal--hear their
heartbeats race to send the blood to their swelling cocks--and She wetted her
lips at the promise of their payload. So many dicks throbbing and aching for
her depths.

Oh yes! The trip had been
worth it!

"Venti latte" She
whispered to the young man when he'd regained himself. Her low voice forced him
to close the distance between them--close the distance between him and the
puckered tit that still taunted him--to get her order. "Six pumps each of
vanilla and hazelnut and six shots."

"I-is that g-g-going to
be..." the cashier trailed off as She absently tugged at her nipple ring
between two crimson-painted fingers.

She continued for a moment,
gazing down at Her own activity before finally returning Her eyes to the
cashier. "Hmm. Oh yes: can you make it extra hot? And I want lots of foam!" She gave the ring
one more tug before finally tucking Herself back into Her top. "Can you do
that?" The cashier only stammered as she produced a ten-dollar bill and
slid it slowly across the counter to his end. "Keep the change,
tiger."

As She stepped away from the
cashier and started towards the counter to await her coffee She turned her head
to take in the effects of her titillating display. There were eight men in
total; three that were seated with angry-looking women--two of which wearing
wedding bands. She further scanned the room: five women--two by themselves, one
wearing the same lustful gaze as the men. She paused and smiled at this one. Oh
how She loved lesbians! Just as potent as men but all-the-more wild.

Best of all, there was no
limitations. No rapid deflation of purpose after a climax and no need to
"recharge". No. Women were the fucking Energizer Batteries of
playthings.

But she did miss the cum.

Something in at its
core--past the salty-sweet tang and the delightful warmth and texture--was an
essence that was unmatched. Though it was unfortunate that they dried up so
quickly, the sacrifice was easily remedied by greater numbers. After all, one
was never enough.

Never!

The men continued to shift
as their growing erections presented a greater deal of discomfort. She giggled
at this, the throbbing bulges in their crotches fighting like heaving prisoners
struggling to be free of their denim cells.

"Y-your latte,
ma'am."

She turned Her head, letting
her mane bob to one side and graze Her left cheek as She met the barista's
awestruck gaze. Slowly, methodically, she wrapped her
fingers--one-by-one--around the paper cup and purred at the warmth against her
palm.

"Mmm! You did make it hot, didn't you?" She
winked at the barista as his knees buckled, "Let's just hope you didn't
skimp me on the foam." With that, she popped the plastic lid from the cup,
allowing some of its contents to spill over the rim and trickle down the sides
and over her hand. She made no move to escape the heat; gave no sign of pain or
discomfort. Rather, She let out a breathy moan, gazing at the coffee as it
trickled over Her fingers. "Oh yes. So hot!"

The barista stared at the
scalding beverage that was pooled in Her grip. "Are... are you alright? Do
you need a napkin?"

"Hmm?" She looked
up at him, Her eyes glassing over with Her own arousal. She loved the heat.
Lived for the burn. She let out another moan and shook her head, "No. I
like it all over me."

She turned halfway, allowing
both the seated patrons and the employees to see as She brought her order to
her scarlet lips and let Her nimble tongue--decorated with a pair of blood-red
barbell ends--slide out and gather a wad of steamed milk from the top of Her
drink. Cupping Her reward for all to see, She made a show of rolling Her tongue
around the dripping substance and slowly gulping it down.

This sealed the deal. The
eroticism in the room boiled over and She giggled again as She took in the
eight men and one woman that would be Her entertainment.

"Come!" She
instructed her audience, "You're all in for one hell of a night!"

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Where did this summer go? Wasn't it just
yesterday that my kids got out of school and now boom its back to school
already.

Where did the summer go? Perhaps it was the trip to Virgina,
the trip to tthe Mountains of North Carolina. The many many many night spent at Tae Kwon Do for my son.
Or the hours spent in from of the Computer for one reason or
another. Like the release of my newest book and the latest in the Wiccan Haus series.

Regardless Summers end is fast approaching, I won't miss this
summers excessive heat. Not at all, but I will miss the family time.

Contest time.

Tell me the best part of
your Summer, Friend me on Facebook and Follow me here and You will be entered to
win your choice of any of my books. CLick here for my backlist.

Are they ready to
gamble on a 1Night Stand?

Mia hides behind her computer, designing
popular computer games. And though she knows just what to do to keep men coming
back for more on the other end of the modem, she doesn’t seem to have the same
knack in person.

Gavin hides behind numbers. Since his wife left him, the
only thing he cares about is his son and his job. One failed relationship was
enough, but if the right curvaceous woman came into the picture he just might
manipulate the numbers a bit.

Can two meddling sisters enlist Madame Eve
to bring Mia and Gavin together and show them two is always better than one

I don't
remember a time in my life when I didn't have a pet. And so it's only natural
that I include animals in most of my books. In my latest release, Brianna, the
heroine needed a special pet.

You see
Brianna is psychometric--she gets information about someone or something by
touching an object. It was because of this ability that a cat decided to adopt
her. (Anyone who's had a cat knows the feline adopts the human and not the
other way around.) But this isn't an ordinary cat. Portent is the physical manifestation
of theEgyptian goddess, Sekhmet.

So who is
Sekhmet and why did I pick her?

She is
usually depicted as a lioness, but more than that she is said to have created
the desert with her breath. Brianna traveled to the desert to be cured of her
Consumption (aka Tuberculosis). Naturally, Sekhmet took credit for Brianna's
recovery. After all, healing is one of the goddess's powers.

But
before you think either one is a push over, Sekhmet is the goddess of war and
is often depicted in red clothing--the color of blood. A fact that helps my
hero find Brianna in the middle of a sandstorm.

Sekhmet
is also the protector of balance and justice. Being sick for so long, Brianna
spent many years in asylums seeking a cure for her disease. Although only
referred to in her story, the practitioners in such places sometimes tried to
take advantage of the weakened patients. Neither Sekhmet or Brianna allowed
such liberties. As a result, they usually were asked to leave.

Thanks to
Sekhmet's protection and influence, Brianna is not a proper Victorian miss, nor
is she willing to confine herself to socially approved pastimes. As you can
imagine, our hero has his hands full with the duo, especially since Brianna has
decided she wants him and isn't willing to take no for an answer.

Since the
story featuring my Victorian heroine's journey to Egypt has been subjected to
Murphy's Law, my publisher has graciously agreed to put the ebook featuring her
parents' love story on sale until August 15th.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Wow where did this summer go? I can't beleive we are almost half way thru august already. So you have a lot of Blogs to get though and and not a lot of summer left to enjoy so I will make this very quick and simple.

The mysterious Mermaid from the first book tells her tale
(tee hee) and falls in love with hunky Coast Guardrescue Swimmer Kaleb in the process. And yes
for those of you who have been wondering you will get to catch up with All the
Sibs, Myron, Dana, and of course Rekkus. (the islands big ole pussycat)

When Coast Guard rescue swimmer Kaleb Theldon
sees what he's sure is a mermaid pulling his partner into the murky depths of
the Bering Sea, they call it PTSD. In order to save his career, Kaleb agrees to
a week at an island spa off the coast of Maine. But the spa is nothing like he
expected, and he isn't prepared for the sexy siren that crosses his path. But
will her passion be more than one mere human can take?

Serena has a problem, and after four previous visits to the Wiccan Haus, she'd
expected things to get easier. But on the mermaid’s fifth visit, Kaleb walks in
and everything in her life becomes complicated. Never has she wanted to mate
with a human man before. But can she love a man who has a chip on his shoulder
a league long when it comes to mermaids? Can she deal with her own issues all
while keeping her true self secret from the man she loves?

And will loving him prove deadly?

This time, the staff have more than healing on their agenda. Can the siblings,
Myron, and Rekkus prove to these two lovers that things aren't always how they
appear on the surface? Or will Kaleb's demise be found in his Siren's Serenade?

Welcome back to the Wiccan Haus.

Excerpt

They
had come to the cliffs looking over the ocean. The moonlight lit a runway
across the rippling waters below. He couldn’t look at her, didn’t want to see
her laugh—or worse, decide he was crazy. “I was rescuing a friend from the
waters off the coast of Alaska. That area isn’t kind on the best of days, and
this was a rocky sea kind of day. A fishing vessel made a distress call. The
ship was taking on water and they had abandoned ship as it sank. We had a man
in the water so numb he couldn’t get into the ring, and my buddy Jim jumped in
to help. We brought up the man and I lowered the wire to bring Jim up. Just
then a huge wave took the ‘copter within feet of the water. Jim reached out to
grab my hand, when a woman swam up beside him…and then he was gone under the
water, staring up at me for a second before I lost him completely.”

Serena laughed. “That’s ridiculous.”

Kaleb gritted his teeth so hard he was sure he’d crack a tooth.

“Mermaids don’t live in Alaska. It’s too cold.”

“Excuse me?”

“Why would any mermaid want to live in those waters? It’s cold enough here.”

Kaleb shook his head to clear it, turned to look at her because no one in all
the time he was going through this had reacted like this. “Let me get this
straight: you aren’t arguing with me that mermaids exist, just that they don’t
live in the Bering Sea?”

“Well, I suppose they could live there, but I can’t imagine wanting to. I mean
there…” She stopped, her mouth forming an “O.”

“You were saying?”

“Nothing. I just don’t think you’re any crazier than anyone else here on the
island.”

Thursday, August 9, 2012

When I was a little girl, I always wondered how authors came
up with book ideas. How did Madeleine L'Engle dream up The Lion, the Witch, & the Wardrobe? What made Frank Oz write
about Dorothy, a tornado, and a yellow brick road? Why did Margaret Mitchell
decide to describe Scarlett O'Hara as a willful, headstrong, young Southern
belle?

A perfect world might include a 'Red Box' for Writers. I
image that such an invention would be very popular--just stop by the
neighborhood store, find the machine, and feed it a few dollars. Punch in your
interests (drama, romance, thriller?), a setting, and basic description of your
main character, and BAM! out comes a brand-new, fabulous story idea.

In reality, the process is much simpler, and doesn't involve
money or touch screens. For me, story ideas are best-captured two ways:Listening and Asking Questions.

Listening:Whether you're at a party, in the workplace, or walking through the
grocery store, unless it's midnight, someone's always having a conversation.
Does your neighbor like to chat? Do your kids tell you funny stories about
school or their new teacher? Did something strange happen when you ran into an
old friend? All great story ideas!!!

I came up with the idea for Stay Tuned after hearing a true story about a fistfight between two
news anchors in a local television station parking lot. Both were fired, and
the incident stirred up all sorts of controversy for months. And people still
talked about it years later!! It had all of the right ingredients for a
dramatic story:Conflict, Suspense, and
Action.

For Dancing Naked in
Dixie, I had come up with a basic storyline--I wanted to follow the journey
of a travel writer from New York City to small-town Alabama--but I was still searching
for the "right" location. I kept hearing about a nearby town that
hosted a "Pilgrimage" every April. This event involved mansions,
period costume from the 1800's, music, and historic landmarks. Intrigued, I
visited Eufaula and fell in love with the area's charm and beauty. It was the
perfect location for Dixie.

Asking Questions:When you find an idea that stays with you, a notion that you can't get
out of your mind, you can easily test out the concept. Here's what works for me,
and I'll use my third novel, The Pie Lab (Feb,
2013), as an example.

My husband and I visited Greensboro, Alabama several years
ago. While looking for a place to grab coffee and a snack, we stumbled on The
Pie Lab, a local restaurant. It's a funky little place on the main street of
Greensboro with rustic decor and huge, sliding wooden doors.

I immediately thought that The Pie Lab would make a
wonderful setting for a novel, and started researching the location. Who owned
the restaurant? Who worked there? Why did they decide on serving pie? Is the
food any good? (Delicious, by the way...) Why did the name include the word
"Lab?"

What I discovered was better than I'd hoped. The Pie Lab is
a homespun project that serves a dual purpose:(1) Offering employment and training skills, and (2) Providing a forum
for discussing and solving community problems.

While not every idea will end up a bestselling novel,
listening and asking questions will generate a LOT of possibilities! You'll
also learn so many interesting things about people and places while you're at
it!

What do you think? What are some of the best stories you've
read? What makes them special or different?

Lauren Clark is the author of Stay Tuned and Dancing Naked
in Dixie. She writes contemporary novels set in the Deep South; stories
sprinkled with sunshine, suspense, and secrets.

A former TV news anchor, Lauren adores flavored
coffee, local book stores, and anywhere she can stick her toes in the sand. Her
big loves are her family, paying it forward, and true-blue friends. Check out
her website at www.laurenclarkbooks.com.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

I am thrilled today to welcome Harley DeLuca one of the many talented authors part of the Bella Morte Anthology

Harley please tell us about
yourself…

I am a 29 year old ex-cosmetologist! I am super blessed to
have been able to bring my thoughts from my head to my pen and paper to my
publisher. My first story that will be released on August 4th is
called Mistress of Passion. Talk about nervous as hell!! I am also very blessed
in being able to be published alongside so many passionate, loving and not to
mention HOT authors in the Bella Morte anthology, also launching on August 4th.

Which of your
books would you recommend to your readers to read first?

Well this is my first launch so I have my own story Mistress
of Passion coming out as well as being in the Bella Morte anthology. Would it
be too greedy to everyone to pick them both up!?! J

Absolutely not greedy at all! What are you reading
now?

I am actually going through a bout of writers block at the
moment so I have decided to go back to the beginning, the time and the series
that actually got me wanting to write. Even after reading the Black Dagger
Brotherhood seven times there is still something with the way that JR Ward
writes that brings me back to life so to speak! Thank you Miss Ward!!

Goodfellas all the way!!! I LOVE mobster movies, but this
one even beats out The Godfather for me.

I think I could recited Goodfella's its one my husband watches over and over again . Do you listen to
Music when you write, if so what?

I have to always have some sort of background noise on while
I write. Most of the time it is music as it helps me set the scene I am working
on. Personally for me it fills in the imagery that wasn’t in my mind as the
scene started.

What is your favorite
quote?

My favorite quote is one of my own. Only
take for granted the times that take your breath away. For every time you lose
your breath, opportunity presents a new breath taking experience. ~Harley De
Luca

Beautiful Quote thank you for sharing that with us. If you could live
anywhere in the world where would it be and why?

Hands down I would want to live in Italy. My great
grandmother came to the US from Verona. I have always wanted to go and
experience and live where she did.

Are you a Plotter or
a Panster?

I am a total Panster. I may write out a little bit of a plot
just to help me understand how to mesh a couple of elements together but other
than that if I try to write from a thought out plot I tend to lose my thoughts.

What Genre do you
write and why?

Well my story Mistress of Passion is an erotica, as well as
the anthology, Bella Morte. I have always been told I have a niche for writing
out some damn hot sex but I also love to write anything paranormal. Any kind
of “unnatural” being, such as let’s say
a vampire, can be hot and sexy in any given story but when you add sex into the
mix? Yep you’re looking right at a melt your panties kind of scorcher.

What is your biggest
distraction when it comes to writing?

I think just the act of being distracted is a major
distraction. Whether it be from the battery on my iPod dying, to the phone
ringing, to the wrong song being played.

Now for the big question BBQ? Carolina,
Tennessee, Texas or Kansas City?

Well I have been lucky enough to have three out of the four
BBQ’s to know what is better than the next. I am more partial to Kansas City
BBQ and not because I live in KC but because for good BBQ you have to have
messy fingers and BBQ sauce from ear to ear! (OKAY ONE MORE FOR KC)

What are you working
on now?

Right now I have 9 different WIP’s in progress. Currently I
am testing the waters in trying to meld 2 different stories into one fabulous
one! J